and its about these 2 girls which eventually turn to 5
who want to start working out and going to the gym
so theres Sakura Hibiki the blonde girl and my personal favorite whos basically just trying to lose weight cause she eats like Goku
and Akemi Souryuuin the Dark Black Haired girl who is OBSESSED with Fitness and has a muscle fetish
And they get a BEAST OF A Personal Trainer named Machio
And he’s Just a Monstrous Intelligent Fitness Training Obsessed with helping them become Great!!
And the Manga goes in detail explaining Exercises.
Now I’m a Personal Trainer myself. I’ve been Certified the last 7 years and graduated college last year
PS if you wanna hire me for online coaching just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org ;)
so I HONESTLY am Impressed with the facts they are spewing out. and THE MANGA IS F*CKIN FUNNY AS HELL! Because sometimes its slice of life fun.
Like a 29 year old teacher who loves to cosplay started working out so she could cosplay better
and then it can turn into an ACTION BADASS SERIES just because Hibiki has Natural Gifts
And everyones facial expressions will change to match the mood
And its HILARIOUS, Its Fun, and just has so many things I appreciate as a Personal Trainer myself I LOVE THIS MANGA AND REAL TALK. Itss giving me 10x the Motivation to do better at fitness than OPM and yes even DBZ did back in the day
Interviewer: Obviously Slow Hands now, a little bit of a dirty song in a way. So let’s role play for a second. That sounded odd. Not like that. If I was like the father of a young lady and I asked you what Slow Hands mean, how would you talk you way out of that one to a dad? So when you say slow hands and going back to my place, what do ya…?
Gonna start an apocalypse, gonna meet my son
*Double doors fly open, slamming against the walls*
What's up Daddy-O? Want some candy? How bout some whiskey? I looove humans so much, angels need to learn to be forgiving ya know? Oh, oh, I watched Brokeback Mountain last night and let me tell you-
*Sneering at the other angels* What the fuck have you idiots done to my son?
Made him awesome
Introduced him to television
Let him have a heart
Taught him to be a badass, but also forgiving
Taught him drama and love
I'll. kill. you all!
Shut up dickbutt! God, you're so whiney. My son loves humans wahhh! Daddy doesn't love me waah. Boring
Something that took forever for me to learn with fanfiction dialogue.
it’s okay to make your character stumble over, and to think about their words.
It’s okay to give characters speech patterns and let me tell you why;
Every single person has a speech pattern. We all speak differently, we speak like our personalities and it’s a good way to get to know a character.
Something I’ve noticed in YA books in the characters speaking without filler words like ‘well’, ‘anyway’, ‘like’, ‘literally’.
And remember: it’s okay to use these! Make your dialogue more realistic, and more human!
Sometimes, people talk slower, and have to think about what they want to say.
Sometimes, people stumble over their words because they’re anxious.
Sometimes, people talk really fast and blur their words together because they’re afraid to forget what they want to say!
Selective people prefer not to talk at all, and like to stay mute for their own safety or comfort, and the best you can do is respect them for choosing it.
It’s okay to use phrases like, ‘yknow’, ‘uh’, ‘uhm’, ‘mhm’ because it’s how we speak in the real world.
It’s okay to have characters hum in thought, or use their body to portray that they’re thinking!
Some people fiddle with something in their hands while thinking!
Some people bite their lips in thought.
Some people hum under their breath while they think.
Silent ways of telling the reader that your character is thinking words that they’re not ready to say yet!!
It’s okay to have your character repeat words and or phrases when excited and when they can’t contain it! Sometimes, we just get so excited, that we aren’t thinking about how many times we say things.
It’s okay to write a character repeating themselves, especially if they want to get their point across to someone/if someone didn’t understand their point in the first place.
Shrugging of the shoulders, incoherent mumbles, hand gestures, use the power of writing to describe a reply or phrase with facial expressions, or physical movement!! Silence is okay too, if it’s needed!
Silence can speak just as much as words!
Dialogue is important.
Dialogue that flows and is human is i m p o r t a n t!!
Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie
A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??
Pairing: Joker x reader
Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match.
Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff.
all I’ll say is, during Harry’s promo time, I want to know whatever Harry wants us to know about him. If that means hearing exclusively about his music and movie, awesome. If that means hearing his perspective on dating and listening to him respond to his friends teasing him about stuff and getting a detailed inventory by wick-number of his candle collection and learning lots of random personal facts about him, that’s awesome too. It’s his promo, and I’m a fan of him as a musician but I’m also a fan of him as a human. I trust him to tell us what he’s comfortable telling us, and appreciative of what what he lets us see while respectful of what he keeps to himself.
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, I had somebody that I cared about. It was a partner…. somebody I had to look after. And in this world, that sort of shit’s good for one thing — gettin’ ya killed. So you know what I did? I wisened the fuck up and realized it’s gotta be just me.
can we please speak about what
happened when Peter first got caught on a „job“ (thieving) and taken into
time, he is very likely still a boy, and since he had not been part of the
Ravagers’ bigger jobs, he is fairly unknown to whatever kind of police caught
him. They just hold him in custody because they can’t find out where he comes
from, and he stole something rather expensive, and he also bit an officer. They
don’t take him very seriously, but they also can’t just let him go, so they put
him into a cell, bring him something to drink, and tell him to stay put.
is just like, this sassy little brat and comments, “Uh, you really should let
me out, I’m gonna be late, and they don’t like it when I’m late.”
you in trouble, kid? Did you get kidnapped?”
they kind of call it “picking me up”, but eh, not that important. Can you let
me out please? They don’t like it when I run late.”
you don’t tell us where you are from and who you are talking about, then we
really can’t let you out. You stole
something. Do you even realize the amount of trouble you are in?”
And Peter smiles, actually smiles at the officer, and says, “No, but I know the amount of trouble
you’re going to be in.”
And then it
starts – there are shots being fired in front of the door, rough laughter and
yells resounding, and over everything else, the sound of whistling?! And the officer reacts fast, he really does, but in the
time he takes to dive for his weapon (because why should he keep his weapon on
him when he’s only dealing with a child), the door already flies out of its
hinges, and a bunch of Ravagers makes their way into the room, weapons raised
and with very, very unhappy expressions.
red arrow cuts through the air, stopping with its quivering tip only inches
from the frozen officer’s throat, and a rough voice bellows “QUILL!”
“I’m here!” Peter yells back.
the kid, Capt’n!” someone calls helpfully in the same moment.
just said I’m here, dude.”
stomps into the room, coat singed from blaster shots aimed at him, expression murderous
until he spots the little Terran in the cell. “Darn it, Quill, what did I tell
ya ‘bout getting caught?!”
know – not to do it?!“
"Excactly. And yet I see ya over there, nice and caught.”
“I almost got
away, Yondu, come on!”
good enough, ya brat. Ya go back to ya duties on ship until I say ya can try
that’s unfair! I’m never going to get better if you just…”
“Ya try and
argue with me, I leave ya ‘ere.”
back to ship duties.”
shivering officer just watches, frozen and disbelieving, as the arrow zips away
from his throat – he apparently has been forgotten in his corner – and vanishes
in its master’s holster again. In the meantime, a scrawny Xandarian with a Mohawk
opens the door for Peter, letting the kid out (“Kraglin, come on, tell Yondu I get to try again, yeah?” – “Naw, don’chu
drag me into that, Pete”) and a Krylorian picks the boy up and carries him
on his shoulders. The leader of the whole group is still bickering with the
child (“Ya were late, Quill” – “I was
caught, Yondu! You can’t blame me!”) as they make their way out of the busted
door and down the hallway.
thing the lucky man hears, waving down the hallway, is -
a’ least we got our Terran back.”
probably shoulda get ‘im a coat, so they ain’t gonna mess with ‘im again, aye,
“I get a
I still get a coat, yeah?”
“Oh by the
stars, kid, ya givin’ me a headache again.”
a very important rule all over the galaxy to be careful when dealing with a
certain Terran child, because it is a known fact that there will be a whole
Ravager troop not too far away, ready to bail the child out again.
(Thanks to @forgedobsidian for being such a source of inspiration, the ideas keep coming when talking to
buffy, i’ve gone through some fairly dark times in my life. faced some scary things, among them the kitchen at the fabulous ladies night club. let me tell ya’ something: when it’s dark, and i’m all alone, and i’m scared, or freaked out or whatever, i always think, ‘what would buffy do?’ you’re my hero.
Requested by Anon: “I was wondering if you could pretty please write a fan fiction were the joker falls for a chubby reader, btw your amazing!!!!!”
A/N: I hope this is okay, I’ve never written anything like this before. So, I really hope its alright!
You’re eyes scanned over the models thin bodies as you flipped through the pages of your magazine. You sighed, closing the magazine and shoved it away from yourself. Standing, you walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall. Your hands ran over your figure, pinching at loose skin as a frown slowly rose to your features. Your eyes glanced over at the discarded magazine, the model on the cover posing in such a way that showed off her thin figure.
I love you so much, Lorna. But you know…you can’t just, like uh, keep doing whatever the fuck you want and then thinking it’s gonna be okay. *stutters* And the days of this, uh…crazy being quirky and cute… it’s past. It’s sad, ya know? I mean, you need help, and I can’t help you, ‘cause I need to help myself. Or maybe, uh, what if you go see the prison therapist, right? See what she has to say about it. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna tell me…*stammering* She’s gonna call me a dumbass sucker crazy person for letting me do this again. And then tell me to never, ever, ever do this again, right? And this time, I’m gonna listen to her…'cause she’s the expert, right?
but can you all imagine what Yondu and Peter would be like if they are among
themselves and, for once, agree on
something. Like, for example, when they both agree that the people they are
dealing with are douchebags.
imagine the pure level of sass and trolling that would entail. They would be
the troll-tag team.
are trying to get information from someone, Yondu is letting his arrow lazily
circle his head and Peter just friendly reminds their opposite that Yondu is not someone you want to deal with when
dude, I totally get that you don’t
want to talk, everyone has their secrets, but you see, this guy here? He doesn’t
understand the word privacy.”
time for no privacy in my life.”
“See what I
mean? And you know what he does with people who don’t want to tell him their
secrets? He does horrible things, let
me tell you. Like, boy, I’m traumatized over
here. Got a lot of issues from that.”
do. Lots of ‘em.”
last time? Yondu, was that last time when you let that guy dangle out the
airlock for a while?”
was the time before that. Last time was the guy with the arrow.”
arrow. The arrow you sent up his…”
yeah, that was ugly.”
hours ta clean that arrow up again, lemme tell ya, son.”
“I can so imagine that. Where were we? Oh
right. I think this nice person here wanted to tell us something, right?”
tries to intimidate them in a bar, Peter and Yondu nursing their drinks at the counter,
not even blinking at the threat and continuing their conversation like,
Don’t’cha drink somethin’ again that makes ya puke.”
the one ordering the drinks, old man.”
drinking my stuff. And I keep orderin’
drinks to get’cha away from the poor ladies over there.”
hands him the drink with an exasperated hand gesture and a little bow – and Yondu
proceeds to pour it over the guy that threatened them.
for the booze!”
“You owe me
a drink,” laughs Peter, grinning like a maniac as he and Yondu roll over the
countertop and behind the counter and the first whistle pierces the air.
being chased by the police and one of the officers goes like, “Yondu Udonta!
Surrender now, or we will open fire!”
Yondu make that confused-grimace they unconsciously share – eyebrow rising, whole
expression being “WTF” – and look at each other.
he thinkin’ we are?”
“I have no idea. Perhaps he’s new?”
teachin’ the newbies right anymore, they ain’t.”
“You are so
right with that. It’s a shame.”
show ‘em, boy?”
proceed to escape flawlessly, albeit in the most crazy way ever seen, and Peter
flips the officers off with a brilliant smile as Yondu flies them out of there.
Yondu and Peter trolling the hell out
of the whole galaxy, not taking anything too serious, and having the time of
their lives with it.
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: ye good ol’ angst
A/N: Welpsssss ‘Don’t Say Anything’ won over ‘Tainted Love’ I’m sooorrryyyyyy. Anyways, I hope ya enjoy! Will edit lateeerrrrr
Two weeks have flown by since the day at the zoo and you’ve kept your distance from both Bucky and Nat. You didn’t completely shut them out, just anytime they wanted to do something with you, you’d make up some believable excuse.
You spent most of your time in your room being a depressed fish, the other members of the team coming to check up on you every now and then. It sucked. Why must feelings exist?
“Hey kiddo,” you can hear Tony say from the other side of the door.
“Come in.” you sigh, laying on your side, wrapped up like a burrito. You feel like trash and you look like trash.
The door opens and Tony frowns. “Dinners ready. You’re eating with us. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I won’t take no for an answer.” he repeats.
You sigh. “Why do you hate me so much.”
“I don’t hate you, I love you which is why I’m making you come out and eat with us.” he gives you a small smile. “Come on, I’m tired of seeing you so sad. You hardly come out of your room now, what’s going on?”
He shuts the door and sits down on the floor in front of you.
“If it wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t be sitting in here with you right now, so tell me.”
“I just - I don’t want to talk about it.” you shut your eyes. “Please don’t make me talk about it.”
The last part came out as a whimper and it made Tony frown even more. He moved the blanket from your head and threaded his fingers into your hair. “I won’t make you talk about it. But just know that I’m here if you want to talk. I won’t judge you or anything.”
You hum as he scratched your head softly. “You’re such a dad.”
Tony chuckled. “A good looking dad, right?”
“You wish.” you scoffed.
Tony smiled and stood up from the floor, removing his hand from your head in the process and causing you to open your eyes. “Come on, I’ll even serve you your plate.”
“Is this a trick?” you question.
“I know, I know, I’m actually being nice for once, call the police.” he playfully rolled his eyes. You laugh and sit up, wrapping your little blanket over your head. You follow Tony into the kitchen where everyone was, talking and what not. No one had sat down at the table yet so you make your way over to a chair and sit down, clutching your blanket tighter to your body.
Bucky and Natasha were sitting on the couch only a few feet away, sitting ever so close to each other. You wanted to go back to your room. You wanted to be anywhere but here - anywhere as long as those two weren’t there. Your heart was broken enough.
“Alright you little assholes, come sit down, dinners ready!” Sam announced. Bucky and Nat look over their shoulders and when Bucky sees you he stands up, quickly making his way over to you to claim the seat beside you. You don’t look at him. You can’t. But you know he’s looking at you.
Natasha sits down in front of you and you want to melt into a puddle. How are you supposed to survive this dinner with Bucky next to you and Natasha in front of you? Does the world really hate you that much?
You watch everyone serve themselves, talking about god knows what, you’re tuning everyone out. You just want to get this over and done with so that you can go back to your room and wrap yourself up into a burrito again. Tony places a plate in front of you, telling you to eat and you sigh.
While everyone seemed to be engaged in a conversation about something, you stay quiet, eating your food. As if the gods above didn’t want it to go that way, Bucky leans in towards you.
“What’s going on, baby doll?” he says for only you to hear.
“Nothing, why?” you respond, continuing to pick at your food.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Y/N. Are you purposely ignoring me?”
“I’ve been busy, James.” you sigh.
“So you are ignoring.” he nods. “That’s just great.”
You roll your eyes. “Not everything is about you, Bucky.”
“It’s the guy huh? The one you like?”
He’s looking at you and god do you want to look at him too. But you can’t or else you’ll break down and you can’t break down. Not in front of everyone. Not during dinner.
Bucky scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re still sulking about this asshole, Y/N.”
“You don’t understand, Bucky.” you try to remain calm. “I’ve liked this guy for years. It’s gonna take a while till I’m over him.”
“Will you just tell me who he is? I just wanna talk to him.” he says and you shut your eyes.
“Can we just not talk about it, please?” again, you whimper. Bucky feels a bit of anger towards this guy.
“Alright, we won’t talk about it, for now.” he nods. “On another note, Nat and I have an announcement.”
“Yeah so say tuned.” he then cleared his throat. “Guys, Nat and I have something to say.” and it was quiet. They all looked at Bucky, waiting for him to go on. He looks at Nat and smiles. “We wanted to tell you guys when we were all together.” Bucky licks his lips. “Nat and I are dating.”
And just like that, you lost all hope. You felt sick. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to be that close to Bucky or that close to Natasha. Congratulations went around as well as “finally!” and you felt even more sick.
You quickly stand up, grabbing everyone’s attention before muttering something about not feeling good. Without waiting for a response from someone, you make a beeline for your room, shutting the door and rushing into the bathroom. You hold onto the sides of the sink and breathe. In and out, in and out. You splash some water on your face and take a deep breath.
You should have just stayed in your room. Why didn’t you just stay in your room? You can’t get hurt in your room, your room loves you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exit the bathroom, being startled by Wanda who was sitting down on your bed.
“Shit Wanda, you scared me.” you breathe out, clutching your chest. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Bucky.” she says. Your blood runs cold.
“The guy you like, it’s Bucky.” she spoke and your eyes swell with tears.
“How did you find out?”
Wanda stands up. “Please don’t be mad at me.” she says. “After you ran off, I knew something was wrong. I hate seeing you so sad and broken, Y/N. You’re my best friend. So I.. Listened in on your thoughts.”
“That’s an invasion of my privacy, Wanda!” your tears fall from your eyes.
“I know but I wasn’t going to sit around and watch you be sad, Y/N. You were never going to tell me any of this. I want to help because I hate seeing you sad.” she responds. Your lip quivers.
“I don’t know what to do.” you cry, eyes blurring with tears. Wanda engulfs you. “Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not attractive? I’ve been there for him since day one, Wanda. I thought he liked me, at least a little bit. But of course, he likes Nat. Everyone does. I was so stupid to think that-”
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk like that.” she tells you. “Don’t do this to yourself, Y/N. Don’t put yourself down. There’s someone out there who’s dying to be with you, you just have to wait it out. Don’t let this affect the rest of your life.”
You hold back a sob. “I hate feeling this way. Everything hurts.”
“I know.” she sighs, rubbing your back. “I know.”
The two of you stay like that for a bit while you calm down. It seems like all you’ve been doing is crying. You hate it. Suddenly your door opens, standing there is Bucky, a worried look etched on his face.
A/N: I know these parts are really short but just bear with me okay? Anyways, tell me what ya think.
me, last night when I thought my best friend was abandoning me: I hate her and she’s the worst person ever and I’m never going to speak to her again so she’s knows how I feel!! my best friend, this morning: hey, wanna hang out today me, now: 💖💖💖💕💕💕❤❤😍😍😍😍✨✨❤❤💕😍😍💖💓😍💓💘💘😍💞💖💕💛💟😍💜❣💙💓💚💓💕❤😍😍💕💘😍💗 YES!!! ABSOLUTELY!! LET ME CLEAR MY SCHEDULE!!
You knew this was a bad idea. Going to Harry’s house this evening, when you know full well you’ve been slowly growing feelings for him. Feelings for your friend, one of your best friends, feelings that shouldn’t be there.
You’ve been friends for years, but now he’s around more and you’ve spent more time together, you’ve began to feel that warm tingle inside your belly whenever you see him. You have to suppress a smile whenever anyone mentions his name to you. When you see a text from him you all but scramble to pick your phone up and reply immediately. You’ve fallen for him. And that is why going back to his house, just the two of you, is a bad idea.
You’d been out that evening with a small group of friends for dinner and drinks. Catching up, laughing and sharing bottles of champagne. Time had flown by and you’d all been saying your goodbyes before you went to call a taxi.
“You can’t get a cab all the way back to yours at this time, love. It’s bloody miles away.” Harry mutters, leaning over your shoulder to see the taxi company’s number on your phone.
“Don’t have a lot of choice, do I?” You say, turning round to face him.
“Come back to mine, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He says so casually, not knowing the feelings you’ve got festering deep inside. You feel your stomach twist into a tight knot that feels as if it could never be undone, no matter how hard you try. You want to say no, because you know spending time together alone in such close proximity would just make matters worse for you, make your feelings grow more, even though right now you don’t think that it’s possible. But you know if you say no that he’d fight it, and right now you’re too tired to fight anything alongside the internal battle you’re fighting with yourself.
“Alright then, cheers.” You politely smile, despite your hesitations, before saying your final goodbyes to your friends and go with Harry to where his driver is parked.
Request: So I have this idea
(because in my opinion there just isn’t enough protective Steve and Bucky)
where they go into a bar one night. Both Steve and Bucky immediately get bad
vibes. They watch as this bartender is getting treated like crap by all these
different guys. Like cat calling and unwanted touching. They notice how she
doesn’t do anything about their behavior so they ask her about it. She tells
them that she can’t otherwise her boss will fire her. This outrages Steve and
Bucky. They hear this one group of guys talking about jumping her once she’s
done closing. Steve and Bucky walk her home that night, and every night after
until she finds a new job.
“I don’t know, Steve, this place looks a little shady,” Bucky
grimaced, taking a quick look around the bar, having to squint in the darkness
despite his enhanced abilities. There
was a heavy haze in the air, a combined stench of old smoke, cheap cologne, and
spilled alcohol stinging at his throat with a biting dryness that had him ready
to leave before even taking his seat. A
deep groan escaped his throat when Steve clearly ignored his input and dropped
onto the bar stool, leaving Bucky no choice but to join him. “This place is nasty,” he continued, grabbing
a napkin to wipe the cushion before sitting, “I have no idea why you keep
coming in here.”
“They have the only bartender in town who gets my drink
right every time,” Steve smirked, watching you approach. “Hi, (Y/N),” Steve greeted you
enthusiastically, “how’s business tonight?”
A/N: @sarazzprime requested this with the first sentence - I changed it up a tiny bit to fit the story.
“Holy shit!” Peter Parker yelped in delightful shock, as he watched you catch and hold back with your bare hands, the semi truck that had come careening out of control - right towards a group of pedestrian who were crossing the street. He stood there in his Spider-man suit, 100% stunned by what he had just witnessed.
You panted as the metal of the truck bent in your palms, feet sliding to a halt as the vehicle came to a slow stop. Heart racing, you cried out in pain and pushed back the truck slightly as you tried to catch a breath or two.
“Holy shit..” Peter was at your side, hand on your shoulder and the sound of pure disbelief in his face. “You - you just - I saw you - HOLY SHIT.”